Brady and I took the kids to Dallas a few days ago for a “mini” vacation and to watch the Rangers play some baseball. Along the way we stopped in Fort Worth so Brady could visit with a client. Of course, taking the kids in for the client meeting was completely out of the question, so the boys and I were politely dropped off at a local “old west” museum. We actually had a great time browsing the museum – way more fun than waiting in some stuffy old office for dad to finish up with his meeting!
I found myself taking a few steps back away from the kids while they were looking at the exhibits and just listening to their conversations about what they were seeing. Jackson, my six year old approached a very large whiskey barrel and immediately asked Brady Michael, his ten year old brother, what it was. The conversation was really funny and went something like this:
Jackson: Hey Brady – what is that?
Brady Michael: It is a whiskey barrel.
Jackson: What is a whiskey barrel?
Brady Michael: A barrel that holds whiskey.
Jackson: What is whiskey?
Brady Michael: Really strong beer.
Jackson: Ohhh – what is wine?
Brady Michael: Red beer.
Jackson: What is beer?
Brady Michael: The stuff in the bottles mom drinks when she is sick of us!
Jackson: Wow – that whiskey barrel could hold a lot of beer – we should get mom a whiskey barrel!
I would love to say I feel bad about drinking the occasional beer or two in front of my boys – but I don’t! Can’t wait until Christmas to see if I get that whiskey barrel full of beer. If I do it will be “mom” party at my house – who’s in?!